This was the second song I wrote....has a little meaning but I love it....
We all have the same dream
To hit mainstream but fames mean
And sometimes, dumb lines, and fun rhymes
Turn so easily into gun crimes
Its not my souls fault
I jump from good and evil like a pole vault
And my final goals on halt
I’m starting to believe what people are saying
All I know is theres no need for a steeple to be praying
I guess I’m just a loser with winner thoughts
My outer appearance is good as my inner rots
Its probably because of the sinner plots
Which are easily found at the centre dots
When I cry its penicillin tears
It feels like its been a million years
I don’t need a rain gage when I start to weep
Why get a DJ I go by my heartbeat
Now my hearts bleeding
Everything’s working but the part for beating
Its misshapen like a healed cut
Now wake me my eyes are sealed shut
Chorus—
All that glitters is not all gold
All that shivers is not all sold
All that withers is not all old
When my souls bitter its not all sold
Why’s my ass so hard
Cutting my insides up like a glass shard
I know I’m a first place rapper who’s afraid to race
Maybe if I could have stayed the pace
But now I’m just a faded face
I guess that’s just how the race goes
My pace slows case closed
Now I’m a closed chapter in a locked diary
Call me a pyromaniac I talk fiery
My demented mind is cemented in time
I’m meant to shine
Walk the straight and narrow and bent the line
Stress has eaten me from the inside out
I search my soul and find I’m hiding doubt
My severed soul splits like the weathers cold
My hands dealt so I better fold
My hands light like it’s a feather I hold
Some say my hearts cold almost frost bitten
My hands brittle like I lost a mitten
My little notes look like chicken scratch
Burning temper better not stick in a match
Chorus—
My minds extensive, Spine is senseless
Life is priceless tell me mines expensive
My mouth will stop cussing when my friends don’t backstab
Maybe I wont bite back like a black lab
Sometimes I feel down and worthless
Tents collapsing and I’m a clown in a circus
It seems I have to force a smile
This obstacle course is a mile
And its winding ways is the source of my style
My voice is mild
Just when I think I look big and brave
I find myself digging a grave
Ive got my ups and downs like slopes and angles
Try to keep my chin up as my last hope is strangled
I try and lock on a task
But end up choking even with an oxygen mask
Maybe these jagged rocks wont last
Cause they’re bruising my feet
My once warm heart is losing heat
I pray to the Lord but aint asking twice
Maybe I do need the passion of Christ